Today, watching this lovely snail living her life; feeling the tension between her pace and mine.
Author Archives: Marc Hoffman
women have done so much for me
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I have told no one this story—not until this moment.
It was 1973. I was 22 years old, hitchhiking around the Mediterranean Sea, with no itinerary and no time constraints. It was my hope that, by surrendering all expectations, I might acquire some insight into what to do in life.
In Nice, France, three English musicians invited me to stay with them for a bit. With a place to stash my guitar and other stuff, I was free to walk the city streets, something I treasured more than visiting museums and historic battle sites.
On a slightly run-down street, I walked by a girl not older than seventeen but whose smile had the air of an old soul. Continue reading
stray dog
[This piece is so-titled because the story wasn’t over when I thought it was, but instead followed me like a stray dog determined to tag along.]
It was the Seventies. I was at Brandeis University, just outside Cambridge, Massachusetts. So yes, I took LSD. I was alone in the university’s Rose Art Museum that was like a drop of pond water: tiny and unassuming until you slid it under a microscope and then suddenly there was life of every ilk. In the Rose-Art-Museum Drop-of-Pond-Water, I was rubbing elbows with scores of the greatest artists of the past century.
Face-to-face with an abstract impressionist canvas, I said “I know you. You will now become pure light.” Continue reading